The Haunted House on My Lane
by Tarun

When I was walking down the lane I saw a big house. I decided to go inside. I slowly reached for the doorknob, and somehow I got inside. The house looked abandoned. There were cracks on the walls as big as erasers. I stepped on the floorboards lying out of place. I caught a glimpse of cobwebs on the ceiling. I took a deep breath and smelled something awful. What, I asked myself, was I doing in this place?